"Teacher Mingjian, we are not killing each other, we are just playing!"

Panicked in his heart, Shen Yun immediately fell to the ground and took the lead in crying.

Hearing this, Zhao Yu was stunned.

And the sturdy young man also hurriedly followed and bowed down, and immediately echoed:

"Mentor Mingjian, as Senior Brother Shen Yun said, we are just playing!"

"Playful?"

Han Liru laughed angrily and said in a deep voice:

"Are you old and faint when you are an old man? If it's playful, Shen Yun, how did your feet hurt? Where did the bruises on Zhao Yu's body come from? Why is there such a commotion in the building? ”

"Grace Master, this matter is all a misunderstanding!"

Shen Yun withstood Han Liru's pressure and said stubbornly:

The two disciples saw that Senior Brother Zhao was new and feared that he would not be able to keep up with his studies, so they went to the house to tutor him with the previous homework. However, during this period, he accidentally knocked over the inkstone and smashed it on the disciple's feet, thus injuring him, but it was fine! This matter is absolutely true, I hope the teacher will see it! ”

"Huh?"

Seeing that Shen Yun said it in a proper manner, Han Liru frowned slightly.

After examining Shen Yun's eyes, Han Liru moved his gaze to Zhao Yu:

"Zhao Yu, is Shen Yun's words true?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yu turned his head to look at Shen Yun who was kneeling next to him, and just saw Shen Yun's hanging head twisted towards him, glaring at him vaguely.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu was shocked.

He never expected that Shen Yun was only eleven or twelve years old, and he would be so good at nonsense, and he would dare to open his eyes and talk nonsense in front of Han Liru.

Secretly sighing in his heart that the children of the ancients were not simple, Zhao Yu also bowed down to Han Liru:

"Back to the teacher, what Shen Yun said is true, the bruises on the disciple's body were injured by a fall at home before entering the private school!"

A voice came out.

Suddenly, the three people who were originally fighting lively, because of their common interests, immediately got on the same boat.

Hearing this, Han Liru was in a trance.

Seeing that Zhao Yu said the same thing at a young age, Han Liru almost believed it.

But it doesn't matter whether it's true or not.

The three of them are still children, and Han Liru doesn't want to ruin the future of the three of them, he just saw that the three of them were injured, and he was worried that their parents would come to make a big incident, so he had to severely punish them.

After all, Shen Yun's background is not ordinary, Han Liru is not afraid, he is just worried that Zhao Yu will cause big trouble after he is injured.

Zhao Yu showed extremely high talent today, and Han Liru didn't want to see a good seedling ruined like this.

Now that all three of them are talking about frolic, it's not a big problem.

However, Han Liru will not be led by the nose by the three, and the majesty of the private school still has to be maintained.

Glancing at Zhao Yu in a complicated manner, Han Liru immediately condensed at the three of them:

"Although you are playful, you can't roar at private school! Nian Er and the others are still young, so they will give up this time, and if there is a next time, they will be expelled from the school! Now I want to wait for an hour to kneel in front of the Holy Master and repent! ”

The voice fell, and Han Liru stood up and walked into the back hall angrily.

"Yes, the disciple obeys!"

The three of them responded in unison, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

When he straightened up again, Shen Yun glanced at the side door where Han Liru had disappeared, and then glared at Zhao Yu with an angry face:

"Count you as acquaintances!"

"Humph!"

Zhao Yu ignored Shen Yun, and after snorting coldly, he looked at the sturdy young man with a cold look in his eyes, and said coldly:

"I remember my father's leg, I want you back sooner or later!"

"I'll wait!"

The sturdy young man glanced at Zhao Yu with a sneer.

In an instant, the three people who were still in the same boat just now immediately overturned the boat and looked at each other hostilely.

The three of them did not speak again, and knelt quietly under the portrait of Confucius.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the hall, pulling the shadows of the three of them long.

Among the three figures, Zhao Yu was a head shorter, and under the backdrop of the two people next to him, he was slightly thin and thin.

Half an hour later.

"Hiss......"

Shen Yun, who was kneeling, inhaled the cold air, slowly bent down, propped his hands on the ground, and shook his knees slightly.

Not only him, in addition to the sturdy young man who is still upright, Zhao Yu is also holding the ground with one hand at this time, and his forehead is covered with fine sweat.

Although the floor is wooden, my knees are numb and painful after kneeling for a long time.

In particular, Zhao Yu was kicked several times by a sturdy young man, and his whole body was already in pain, and he knelt for so long, which suddenly made it worse.

But at this moment, a small figure suddenly walked out of the side door leading to the back hall.

The figure was dressed in a pale pink cardigan skirt, tied with a silk ribbon, and a double screw bun, and it was the female student Jiang Ruotong.

Behind him, a small maid was attached.

Seeing Jiang Ruotong, Zhao Yu just glanced at it, and then continued to hang his waist and look at the floor.

And Shen Yun, who was in knee pain, immediately straightened his body, but his face was full of embarrassment.

That look, like a boy who let the goddess see his ugliness, has no shame.

"If... Senior Sister Ruotong, it's so late, why did you come here? ”

Trying to straighten his back and make his kneeling body as unsightly as possible, Shen Yun smiled at Jiang Ruotong awkwardly.

"I've heard that there are two big boys in the house bullying a little boy, I'll see who it is!"

Jiang Ruotong carried a white lower skirt and looked at the three of them while walking.

When Shen Yun heard this, his face suddenly turned grim:

"Senior Sister Ruotong, don't listen to other people's nonsense, we are just playing and misunderstanding, Mr. has already experienced it!"

"Oh!"

Jiang Ruotong replied without being salty, and then looked at Zhao Yu curiously.

Zhao Yu's performance in the dormitory, Jiang Ruotong has heard about it.

A little boy dared to hit a boy who was five or six years older than him with an inkstone, and he was still chasing and beating frantically, Jiang Ruotong was very curious about how there could be so much courage in this thin body.

Curiously looking.

Looking at Zhao Yu's arched thin figure, seeing that Zhao Yu's forehead was covered with painful fine sweat, but his face was full of stubborn gritted teeth, Jiang Ruotong's apricot eyes trembled.

Immediately, Jiang Ruotong pulled her dress, squatted in front of Zhao Yu, and said with a smile:

"Classmate Zhao Yu, you happen to be fine now, can you continue to tell me the story of Journey to the West?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yu looked up at Jiang Ruotong.

Looking at the innocent smile on the face of the goose egg and the expectation in his eyes, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, and then looked at the side door behind Jiang Ruotong.

"Don't worry, I'm here to see you on the orders of Master Han, he's in trouble, he won't come, you don't have to worry!"

Jiang Ruotong seemed to see Zhao Yu's thoughts, and immediately waved his hand.

Only then did Zhao Yu retract his gaze, looked at Jiang Ruotong deeply, then cleared his throat and whispered:

"It is said that after the Tang monks and apprentices left Pingdingshan, on this day, they walked to a 'Baolin Temple', which happened to be the moon rising, so they stayed in the temple......"

Zhao Yu continued to talk about the place he talked about in the bazaar last time, because of the pain in his body, his voice was a little dry, and he was not as emotional as before.

But the more he talked, Zhao Yu's arched body gradually straightened up, and his voice became much louder.

After one story was finished, Zhao Yu cleared his throat again and continued to tell the next one.

But at this moment, Jiang Ruotong stretched out his hand to interrupt him.

"The story is good, but it's not as good as the last fair!"

Jiang Ruotong smiled, and after the evaluation, he looked at Zhao Yu, who was kneeling straight, and said slyly:

"How did you feel? Does your knee hurt less anymore? ”